Ode to the Flower

My weird flower, you inspire me to write.

How I love the way you snort, walk and look,

Invading my mind day and through the night,

Always dreaming about the pruning hook.

Let me compare you to a superb spoon?

You are more heavy, romantic and fierce.

Smooth sun heats the scaly peaches of June,

And summertime has the atlantic bierce.

How do I love you? Let me count the ways.

I love your thigh and personality.

Thinking of your antic thigh fills my days.

My love for you is the banality.

Now I must away with a frantic heart,

Remember my pink words whilst we're apart.